A Good Face Is The Best Letter

I Plucke Up The Goodlie Greene Herbes Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Chawe Them By Musing, And Laie Them Up At Length In The Hie Seate Of Memorie By Gathering Them Together; That I, Having Tasted The Sweetenes, L May The Lesse Perceave The Bitternes Of This Miserable Life.

As For Me, I See No Such Great Cause Why I Should Either Be Fond To Live Or Fear To Die. I Have Had Good Experience Of This World, And I Know What It Is To Be A Subject And What To Be A Sovereign. Good Neighbours I Have Had, And I Have Met With Bad: And In Trust I Have Found Treason.

Be Of Good Cheer, For You Will Never Want, For The Bullet Was Meant For Me, Though It Hit You.

I Have The Heart Of A Man, Not A Woman, And I Am Not Afraid Of Anything.

The End Crowneth The Work.